Gian Patrick D.

Garcia
November 25 2015 10-Narra
Ms. H. G. Mabalot

EULOGY
As I open my eyes out of blue, a very cold breeze which is not normal, struck my face.
And this caused my perfectly browned hair same as the color of the hazelnut leaves outside my
window be whipped. The ever blooming and uplifting fragrance of the flowers arose, as I go down
on our stairs. And as I approached our garden, I dont feel the grass anymore. And I thought that
maybe it was trimmed down, so I dont bother. And as what I always do, I go out and mingle with
the nature, but this time, I cannot touch anything because I have my allergy that time , that I
dont know where come from. I really enjoy watching the trees sway and the bush wiggle. And as
the night comes, I fell inlove with the clear view of the sunset, the city lights, and the calmness
and the peacefulness of the whole surroundings and the enormous smokes from the factories,
Smokes, wait, WHAT? Then I woke up. Not from a deep sleep. But from the reality. that because
of the polluted and contaminated air I have my allergy now. That the air that is calm, the water
that is once placid and highly safe for everyone, and also the breath-taking sceneries is now just
virtual. From the air that is now engineered to the water and trees we see. And a drop of tear
tamed me, and I remember what a Hebrew proverb says, that do not be in grief if it cannot
anymore. Just be thankful that it can once And I stand and say for the last time, Condolence
Mother Earth Sorry for our disobedience. Your beauty will be transcripted in my mind until infinity
ends.